The martial artists of the Eagle Valley Red Copper Mine secretly regretted their choice. Now, even if they wanted to defect to the Abyssal Martial Artists, they could no longer do so.
"A person only gets a handful of opportunities in life. If an opportunity appears before you and you fail to treasure it, it will slip away before your very eyes."
Shi Tianhu smiled. "Those of you who remain are too indecisive. You don't qualify to become Abyssal Martial Artists."
With that, he beckoned to You Sijin with a finger.
"You're a Fifth-Rank Minor Grandmaster. I'll give you a chance to earn some merit."
"Pick one of these two."
He pointed at Yang Ling and Ding Xing.
You Sijin inwardly sighed in relief and pointed at Ding Xing.
"I choose him."
"Ding Xing, go fight him. As long as you win, you can choose twenty people to leave this place alive."
Shi Tianhu smiled.
Ding Xing stared fixedly at Shi Tianhu.
"What if I say no?"
"Then I'll..."
Shi Tianhu suddenly drew his bow and fired.
A black Bone-Melting Arrow shot toward Zhang Wei like lightning.
"Kill a few people to liven things up first!"
Shi Tianhu's words fell.
Yet a hand caught the black Bone-Melting Arrow in an iron grip.
Its tip was barely an inch from the spot between Zhang Wei's eyebrows.
Zhang Wei stared at the arrowhead as beads of cold sweat dripped down one after another.
Yang Ling flung it backhanded, and the Bone-Melting Arrow sank into the forehead of a Mingwang Group member with a wet thud.
It was the very man who had just beaten Ding Xing.
The man glanced upward, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Then he let out a terrified howl. Black mist enveloped him, and his flesh instantly